How to Save Five Thousand Dollars

I have an addiction of purchasing big ticket items to make me feel good about myself. Maybe it has something to do with my parents, but I'm a firm believer that my dysfunctions are my own. My favorite big ticket items include motorcycles. I currently have six and I was contemplating the purchase of an upscale German marque, the 1973 BMW R75/5.

This jewel is on EBay and from the first glance, I knew I had to have it. German motorcycles are renown for their styling, reliability and simplicity. I have yet to even ride one, but I emailed the seller, eager to see the bike. I placed a bid of $2500.00 and hoped that maybe the reserve was ridiculously low. I got an email back almost immediately and the seller told me he could meet me in Monroe at 5pm. Deal!

I cut out of work early (very slow week) and zipped home. I know what my magic number was, and I hoped that maybe I could get a glimpse into the secret amount that the seller would let the bike go for. I met an older gentleman, maybe 60 years old or so. He was a talker. He started in and telling me all these details about his collection of bikes, showing me the details on this bike, the BMW owners club, etc. I noticed, however, that he dodged several questions about how long he has owned the bike.

I started checking out the bike more judiciously. Frame looks good. Original paint good. Electronics all work properly. No oil leaks. Good. I took the seat off the bike and noticed that one of the shock bolt nuts was missing, and that the bolt had worked its way loose. The other bolt was holding fast, but had also lost its nut. I offered a ride down to Coast to Coast for some new nuts and the use of some tools. We headed out and he seemed embarrassed. He should be.

Long story getting even longer, I then and there decided this wasn't the bike for me. Sure it was a great specimen, but my lust had given way to a gentle longing. I wasn't ready to part with my entire motorcycle fund just yet. I could keep on looking for the right bike.

"I'll tell you what," the seller started to reveal, "you can have it for $5000.00 today if you want it." I waited a bit before responding, and he opened up about needing the money to purchase another bike. He wanted an older Harley FL and was ready to give up the beemer.

I didn't buy the bike, and I feel much better about myself. I already have everything I need, and most everything I want, and then some. I think my addiction can be tamed. We'll see.